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FHE LAND 

OF THE 

AIOUWAS 

A MASqUE 




EDWIN FORD PIPER 



THE LAND OF THE AIOUWAS 

A MASQUE 



BY 

Edwin Fokd Piper 



THE MIDLAND PRESS 
IOWA CITY, IOWA 

1922 



COl'YRIGHT, 1922 

BY 

EDWIN FORD PIPER 



Al.L RiOHTS Reskrved 









To MY SISTER Ella 



For permission to reprint some of the 
lyrics of the book the author is indebted 
to the courtesy of Poetry and the 
the courtesy of The Midland. 



Peeformed under the Auspices of the 
State University of Iowa at its 
Diamond Jubilee Celebration, 
February 24, and February 25, 1922. 



Book hy Edwin Ford Piper 
Drawings by Kathryn Dayton Aurner 
Music by Philip Greeley Clapp 
Director of the Masque, Edward C. Mabie 



THE LAND OF THE AIOUWAS 

A MASQUE 

Edwin Ford Pipeb 

DRAMATIS PERSON AE 
JOLIET 

Marquette 

DuMONT, a young poet 

Buffalo Horn, the great chief 

Red Feather, subordinate chief 

Evening Sky, a medicine man 

Shadow-of-the-Wolf, the Calumet dancer 

The son of Buffalo Horn 

Squaws, Warriors, Singers, Young Men, Children 

Bison, Deer, Rabbit, Turkey, Plover, Quail 
Plums, Berries, Grapes 

White Maize, Yellow Maize, Red Maize, Blue Maize, 
All Colors of the Maize 

Earth Mother. Young Men ; Rovers, Dwellers 
Spirits of Flocks, Fruits, Wind, Sun, Waters, Trees 
Spirit op the Land 
Brother of April, Sister op Summer, Daughter of the 

MOONRISE 

Coyote, an Elder Brother (grotesque) 

Indian Hunter, Squaw and Children 
White Settler and Family 
Hunters and Trappers 
Woodmen, Farmers, Carpenters, Drovers 
Schoolmistress, School Children 
Teamsters, Factory Hands, Mechanics 
Architects, Builders, Engineers 
Scholars, Artists, Musicians 



10 THE LAND OF TEE AI0VWA8 

Setting : 

Woods on the Iowa shore of the Mississippi; trees in 
the foreground, thicket at rear, log at edge of 
thicket. On one wing suggestion of river hack- 
ground, on the other, lodges of the Indians. 

Enter Joliet and Dumont. 

JoLiET. Wilderness, wilderness! No sea to end it? 
Those red men, — they have left you the long yellow hair. 
Ah, Dumont, they will hear you shouting out poetry, 
again. 

Dumont. Yes, still mine {touching his hair). They 
knew I was not spying. But Joliet, you do not lack the 
eye to see. This is not wilderness, this is a great country, 
the New France ! That is why I gallop in metre. Will 
you hear? 

Joliet. Yes, for a New France. But don't whoop it 
out the way you did yesterday. 

Dumont. Ouch ! Your words bite. But I forgive you. 
Come, tie up your grouchy voice. I speak to your heart, 
to your ardor for your country. 

Bound for the southern gulf. 
Or bound for the Avestern ocean. 
The Father of Waters leads, — 
We follow, — we follow. 

On the sunset shore of the river 
In the land of the Aiouwans 
The prairies lift and roll 
In pageantry of summer. 
With bee and with bird 
The wilderness is singing 
And the brooks hum low 
To the sweet A\dld grasses. 

0, the seeker moves 
Over ways untrodden 



TEE LAND OF THE AWUWAS 11 

Amid roses unfolding 

In the open meadows ; 

There is elfin dancing 

Of the dews and shadows 

On the bitter-sweet 

Where the blackbirds chuckle; 

Spirits are weaving 

In the sunset meadows 

A mystery of beauty 

Purple-dim. 

JoLiET. Bravo, Dumont. Curse these mosquitos. 
And so you, you do not mind these humming jaws, nor 
that under your sunburn your nose is peeling like an 
onion. 

DuMONT. Monsieur Joliet, I have been told that in 
heaven there are neither fleas nor chiggers ; yet I am in 
no haste to come to my quarters there. Our day's job is 
irritating and absorbing. And if the words of the old 
Indian be true, — 

Joliet. To turn from the Father of Waters back up 
the Smoky Stream running in from the right, to swing 
off west on the Shallow Water to its source, to carry 
through the mountain passes and shoot down a great 
river to the salty sea of the west, — journeying many, 
many sleeps, many moons. New horizons, new troubles, 
the painted cannibals, human sacrifice ! It is worthy an 
Odysseus. Curse these mosquitos. 

DuMONT. We might be on his pilgrimage to the men 
who eat no salt, who know not the oar. We could build 
among them that altar to the unknown God. 

Joliet. Well, they have their medicine men, their sor- 
cerers, magicians. 

Dumont. I watched the last one; hardly a sorcerer. 
Rather a poet, a maker of phantasy, I think. Joliet, what 
say you to our sweet new land? 



12 TEE LAND OF TEE AlOVWAS 

JoLiET {reading). 

''Bound for the southern gulf 
Or bound for the western ocean, 
The Father of Waters leads, — 
We follow, we follow. ' ' 
Bravo, Dumont, the wilderness is France. But phantasy, 
foh! a necklace of stone, and into the water with the 
lousy jade! She blocked your trigger finger yesterday. 
Phantasy ! Name of a name of a mosquito ! 

Dumont. No, Joliet, no. It helps one to see. And I, 
— I am not quite the fool of phantasy. 

Joliet. Yonder is Father Marquette. Come. 
Joliet and Dumont go out through the trees. 

Before the lodges. 

Enter Evening Sky, medicine stick in hand, and robe 
of sunset colors folded across his arm. 

Evening Sky. Old Man Coyote is not come, the fleet- 
footed bringer of news. (Seais himself.) 
Shall we find a counsel! the winds blow, 
Shaping and shifting the soft-lipped clouds. 
I remember the winter; the long black nights 
Wrestled to throw me down to their darkness. 
Storms are my teachers. 

My soul endures. 
Our elder brothers, Hawk and Buffalo, 
Beaver and Bear, sat in silence with me, 
Thinking of life. Under bitter snows 
I spoke with Wolf — the Gray Wolf, — 
Under snows, bitter snows. 

Like signals in the sky the colors move. 
The east wind told me, the waters told me, — 
They come, the white of skin. 
With strange wisdoms. 



TBE LAND OP THE AlOVWAS 13 

Shall we ask a counsel 
Out of the hurricane* or commune with sunsets? 
They come, bringing — 

The drum gives danger notes. Enter Buffalo Horn; 
warriors with weapons rush across the stage. Buffalo 
Horn gives signals. 

Voices heard: 
Halloo! Ho, ho! 
The drum again. 

Squaws {rushing to cover). The Dakotah! Where? 
How many? 

Warriors mot'c to the point of alarm; scouts in other 
directions. 

Voices. Halloo! Ho, ho! 
Squaws. Where? How many? 
The white men appear. 
The White Men. Halloo ! Ho, ho 1 
The drum again. Buffalo Horn steps into the open. 
Buffalo Horn. Call them back. 
Drum ceases. A flute sounds. 

Buffalo Horn. The Black Gown bears a calumet. 
Lead them hither. 

Red Feather conducts the white men, with all respect, 
to the lodge where Buffalo Horn stands erect with hand 
extended toward the sun. At the direction of the chief 
two Indians bring as gifts a belt and moccasins. 

Buffalo Horn. How beautiful the sun is, French- 
men, when you come to visit us! Enter our dwellings. 

JoLiET {offering cloth and beads). We bring tokens of 
friendship. 

Marquette. Our hearts thank you and bless you. 

As they move to enter, the drum sounds three sharp 
rolls, and two Indians rush in dragging the dishevelled 
Dumont. 

First Indian. Chief, a skulker! 
Second Indian. A spy in the thicket ! 



14 THE LAND OF TEE AlOUWAS 

Buffalo Horn, Is this some trap? Why were you 
hidden? 

DuMONT {to Joliet). I was not hiding. There is a 
little lake. The lotus, the lotus grows there. 

Joliet {to Buffalo Horn). Our poet, Dumont, Chief 
Buffalo Horn. A little cracked up here, you know. 

Buffalo Horn {to Joliet). And what is your word to 
him? 

Joliet ( to Dumont) . You 're a goner, old man, a goner, 
beard, bones and buttons! If you ever get back to a 
tombstone, yours will be inscribed Phantasy. 

Buffalo Horn. So that is how the gods have blessed 
him. Well, turn him over to Evening Sky. Come, enter 
unto peace. 

They go out, leaving Dumont alone with Evening Sky 
who assumes his magic robe, seats himself on the grass, 
and after a little pause speaks. 

Evening Sky. Land and water offer us of their plenty. 
What the mind sees is no creature, what the heart hears is 
no voice. The roof of the sky was open and gifts de- 
scended ; the pulse of Mother Earth beat loud in a tune, a 
song. Vision and token are old, are come down from the 
first of things. He that hath eyes and ears, let him hear, 
let him see. Behold the symbols of the feast. 

Music. From the left enter, dancing, Bison, Deer, and 
Hare, and move across the stage to the right; as they 
reverse their steps and return to the left, Turkey, Quail, 
and Plover dance on from the right. 

After the execution of their figures the music changes 
to represent the hunter and the hunted, and the animals 
and birds dance off the stage. 

Enter from the left, Maize, All-Colors, and recites the 
lyric of the maize. 

The Maize. 

The slanting rain comes down in May, 

The May sun shines ; 
The smell of the loam is rich in May, 



THE LAND OF THE AIOUWAS 15 

And the May sun shines 
On the shoots, 
Green shoots ; 
Beat the drum, 
Let us dance; 
Behold the springing of the maize. 

The green leaves bow to the left and the right, 

Heavy with dew ; 
They strike the knees, they brush the breast, 
And the tassel plume 

Shakes delicate bloom 
On the morning air; 
Beat the drum, 
Let us dance 
The joyous carol of the maize. 

The wind spoke gently to the growing ear, 

"Your silken hair is tawny." 
The sun spoke loud to the ripening ear : 
"Let husk and kernels harden." 
Then feast 
On the maize ; 
Beat the drum, 
Let us dance 
For the sacred feast of the maize. 

Dance music; from the left Red Maize and White Maize 
dance on; from the right Yellow Maize and Blue Maize. 

^5 the Maize dance ends, the earlier music is resumed, 
and from the right dance on Plums and Berries; from, 
the left Grapes. As the music continues the birds and 
animals return for the ensemble. Music changes to the 
hunter and the hunted and carries the dancers off. 

Old Man Coyote {behind the thicket). Oh-hu-hu-ho, 
ho-ho ! 
DuMONT. What is that? 



16 THE LAND OF TEE AWVWAS 

Evening Sky. Nothing, only Old Man Coyote laugh- 
ing. 

Old Man Coyote {comes on singing). 
The beasts of the wood put out their claws, — 

Oh-hu-hu-ho, ho-ho ! 
They smack their lips and they lick their jaws, — 
Oh-hu-hu-ho, ho-ho ! 

Bones and all, bones and all ; 
We gobble them bones and all ! 

My snout offers honorable greeting. Evening Sky. But 
hello, who's your friend? 

Evening Sky. Dumont, a maker of phantasy. 

Coyote. Greetings, Dumont; my snout bows low to 
you and to Evening Sky. A hard nut, a hard heart, he 
cracks 'em. But w^hat is phan — phantasy ? 

Dumont. Phantasy, sir, is a drink of air; the flavor of 
an imaginary sausage. 

Coyote. Imaginary sausage. {Licks his chops.) But 
what does the belly say? To the crows with phantasy. 

Bones and all, bones and all, — 
We gobble them bones and all. 

Evening Sky. We must humor him under the full 
moon or he may run mad. Hearken, I hear a song, young 
men singing the midsummer rites of the Earth Mother. 
She makes answer out of her bounty. 

Music. Enter Earth Mother and Young Men. 

Young Men {Ml chorus). The Earth is our mother, 
— happy, loving mother, — 

Earth Mother. Put your lips to my breast, comfort 
ye, my children. 

Young Men. 
After the heat of the chase, her springs are cool-flowing ; 
After the wearisome journey, luscious her scarlet berries; 
The plum has a delicate bloom, in autumn sunlight bask- 
ing. 



THE LAND OF TEE AIOVWAS 17 

Earth Mothee. 
Feast ye, my children, couch on the fragrant grasses. 

Young Men. 
Day-long the paddle song — 

Earth Mother. Eest ye, my eager ones. 

Young Men. 
Now for the blessed maize, we thank thee, Mother, 

Earth Mother. 
Eest in peace on the power of my spirit. 
Put your lips to my breast, comfort ye, my children. 

The song ceases. Strains of soft music die away. 
From the lodge of the feast voices are heard as if the 
f casters are rising. 

Evening Sky lays aside his magic robe, and with Du- 
mont and Old Man Coyote retires to a log at the edge of 
the thicket. 

Enter from the feast, Joliet, Marquette, Buffalo Horn, 
Red Feather, and other Indians, and the young son of 
Buffalo Horn. 

Joliet. Always south? 

Buffalo Horn. Always south. 

Joliet. Into the Gulf, then. We seek also the Big 
Water of the Sunset. 

Buffalo Horn. The Dakotah, eager for scalps, will 
block your way. 

Joliet. We should find Quivera, the rich mines, golden 
cities. 

Buffalo Horn. A tale, a cloud-land. Abide. 

Joliet. We are under orders. Our chief bids us fol- 
low the great river. 

Buffalo Horn. My friends, the way is full of perils, 
disease, demons. On the lower stream hostile bands kill 
those who would reach the Gulf. Abide here in peace 
and plenty. Commune with our wise men, our young 
men. 

Marquette. We are deeply grateful, Buffalo Horn. 
Tonight, we remain. Accept, now, our brotherly tokens. 



18 THE LAND OF THE AlOUWAS 

This cross is a witness from the All-Father. He sends us 
that He may be made known to all the peoples. This 
medal is a testimony from Monsieur the Count de Fron- 
tenac, the great captain of the French. He has subdued 
the Iroquois. He desires your friendship. 

BuFFAi.0 Horn. All honor to the worthy tokens ! How 
good it is, my Brother, that you should visit us! Here 
is my gift, my son, from my heart to your heart. 

Marquette. Let him be a son to us both. All blessing 
upon him, and upon you. 

JoLiET. Grant now your witness to the peace. 

Buffalo Horn. Tarry this night. In company we will 
celebrate the calumet rite. 

All except Evening Sky, Dumont, and Coyote enter the 
lodges. Music. Voices are heard singing. 

Single Voice. 

There was war in the land ; 

Drums and weapons were calling. 

The bowstring twanged, the arrow sang, — 
Chorus. 

Peace, let there be peace. 
Single Voice. 

For I worship the Calumet, 

And a dream subdues my passion ; 

A wreath for the Manitou, 

And a wreath for the sun in heaven. 
Chorus. 

Peace, let there be peace. 
Single Voice. 

I hear the gentle babbling 

Of water over the pebbles ; 

And the leaves of the willow turn and stir 

With a happy sound, as light, as light 

As the breath of sleeping children. 
Chorus. 

Peace, let there be peace. 



THE LAND OF THE AIOUWAS 19 

During the singing of this lyric the stage is being pre- 
pared for the rite of the Calumet. Warriors spread a 
large painted mat of rushes; upon it they place a spirit- 
hundle; at the right of this, the Calumet. All around as 
trophies to the Calumet stand clubs, war-hatchets, bows, 
arrows, quivers, spears. 

Enter Buffalo Horn, Joliet, Marquette, Red Feather, 
Warriors. 

When the singers ivith lighted pipes move out on the 
stage each in turn salutes the Calumet by blowing smoke 
toward it reverentially, as if offering incense, then takes 
a seat in the semicircle under the branches. 

Buffalo Horn, Joliet, Marquette, and Red Feather seat 
themselves in the semicircle. The dancer appears in the 
middle of the assembly. He offers the pipe {taken from 
the mat) to the sun, stem first, as if for the sun to taste. 
He offers it to the earth, then to the four winds in turn. 
He makes it spread its wings as if about to fly. Then he 
offers it to the singers that each may taste it. All is done 
in cadence. 

The drum begins. The dancer signals a warrior to 
take arms from the mat and enter the combat. The war- 
rior approaches ivith arrow, bow, and war-hatchet, and 
begins the duel against the dancer whose sole defense is 
the Calumet. There is attack and defense; blows are 
parried; flight and pursuit, the pursued facing about and 
becoming the pursuer. All is danced ivith slow, measured 
steps to the drums and voices. 

The dance ends. 

Dancee. When I, Shadow-of-the-Wolf, first became a 
warrior, I accompanied my father, Swift Hawk, and 
seven other hunters far up the river of the Cedars. The 
Dakotah in war paint came to us. Of our band, I with 
four others, brought home eleven scalps. My father 
sleeps by the river of the Cedars. 

Now I will smoke the Calumet with Black-Gown and 
the Frenchman. 



20 THE LAND OF THE AIOUWAS 

I was with Buffalo Horn when he chased the Osage 
from our hunting ground. 

I was with Red Feather when the Dakotah set fire to 
the woods to burn our village. 

Four years since I crossed the prairie from the Moin- 
gonan to the Pekitanoui. On this shore of the river I 
fought two Pawnee warriors. I came home with a wound, 
but their scalp-locks hang in my lodge. 

Now I will smoke the peace-pipe with Black-Gown and 
the Frenchman. 

Buffalo Horn. Brave deeds are well remembered. 
The Calumet dance is an honor to our tribe and to the 
dancer. Accept this beaver robe, Shadow-of-the-Wolf. 
Our guests shall forever be our friends. 

Shadow-of-the-Wolf places the Calumet in the hands 
of Buffalo Horn, who draws smoke, then passes the pipe 
to Joliet; the pipe is sent on around the council, and re- 
turned to Buffalo Horn. 

Buffalo Horn. Together we have worshipped the 
peace. Between us it is sacred, everlasting. This Calu- 
met is the witness from us to you. (Buffalo Horn pre- 
sents the Calumet to Joliet.) 

The singers on the stage take up the song. 
Single Voice. 

Alone, I found the teepees 

And many a hostile warrior ; 

I bear with me the strength of their chief, — 

His scalp-lock at my girdle. 

My tomahawk is red, 

And I lead their women captive, — 

War, war, red war in the land ! 
Chorus. 

Peace, let there be peace. 
Single Voice. 

For I worship the sacred pipe. 

And a dream subdues my passion, 

A wreath for the Manitou, 

And a wreath for the sun in heaven, — 



THE LAND OF THE AlOUWAS 21 

Chobus. 

Peace, let there be peace. 
Single Voice. 

For my body loves the touch of the grass 

In the falling afternoon ; 

My body loves the touch of the grass 

And the kiss of the sinking sun. 

And I hear the mourning dove, — 

I echo her on my flute : 

I am here my love, I am here my love, — 
Choeus. 

Peace, let there be peace. 

All except Evening Sky, Dumont, and Coyote enter the 
lodges. They watch the sunset lights through the trees. 
After a pause. 

Coyote. 

0, once I was a god, a god — {turns his nose to 
the sky afid hoivls). 
Dumont. And therefore you mourn to the moon? 
Coyote. A habit at sunset. I worship the light and I 
mourn for my father. 
Dumont. Your father? 

Coyote. A frightful sickness carried him off. He died 
of a phantasy. 

For the bat-folk rule the roads of the dark, 

Shooting arrows at the moon ; 
They snare the sun in the lotus pool, 
And night comes soon. 
Night — soon. 

My father tried to save the sun, 

But quicksands rise and rise; 

Above his knee, around his neck. 

And the fish make love to his eyes, — 
Amber eyes. {Mourns again.) 
Evening Sky. Be comforted. This is Midsummer 
Even. Under the blessing of the pipe we may be fortu- 
nate in dream and vision. 



22 TEE LAUD OF THE AlOVWAS 

Evening Sky assumes his magic robe. Smoke and in- 
cense. Soft music. Enter as he names them, the spirits. 

Evening Sky. Lo, as of old, the Spirit of the Land. 
Eovers and Dwellers, plead for her favor, while Waters, 
Trees, Winds, Sun, Fruits, Flocks, follow her. Hearken 
to the Rovers. 
Rovers (chant). 
The Earth is our mother, a mystery of beauty, — 
Sold? Wounded? — Never! 
The comfort of her spirit is the sunlight ; 
With joy, with love she feeds us. 
Mother Earth ! 
Dwellers (chant). 
Nourish the Dwellers ! Love the Dwellers ! 
The sky loves the stars. 
How shall you bear if you be not wounded? 
The dusk is wounded by stars. 
Bison fail, and forests fall, — 
Flocks will follow, sheaves will cluster ; 
Body and spirit have motherly uses, — 
Mother Earth! 
Evening Sky. She chooses the Dwellers. 
Rovers (chant). 
Rovers, Rovers, disinherited. 
Into new wilderness we depart. (Rovers go out.) 
Evening Sky. Come, Spirits, give welcome. 
Water Spirit. 

Drink of our plenteous springs, 
And move on our waters. 
Trees. 

Under shadowy branches 
Find grateful rest. 
Sunshine. 

I kiss your cheek and your blowing hair, 
Over the flower and the dew. 
Winds. 

We the wanderers 



THE LAND OF THE AlOVWAS 23 

From the world's corners, 

Name this your homeland, 

Land of the Aionwans. 
Flocks. 

In blossoming meadows 

The wild flock is feeding; 

Your step, your voice, — 

We welcome the master. 
Fruits. 

Blossom on vine, and blossom in thicket. 

Laden tendrils and branches that bend, — 

For the Dweller ! For the master ! 
Dwellers. 

The earth is our mother. 

The sky is our father. 

They love and cherish us forever. 

Soft music; the spirits steal away as if dismissed by 
Evening Sky. As the m.usic deepens in magic, enter 
Brother of April, Sister of Summer, and Daughter of the 
Moonrise, and make as if they ivould dance. Coyote joins 
them. Evening Sky signals to them. 

Evening Sky. Brother of April, and Daughter of the 
Moonrise, stand you here; you. Sister of Summer, over 
yonder; and you. Coyote, a little more retired. There is 
a singing in the air. Hearken. When it pauses, begin 
your dance. 

{Chorus off stage.) 

When sunlight marries the swaying branches. 

With shadow>^ dancings the rite is said, 

To the crooning of easeful winds and waters 

Whispering often, ''I love you, I love you." 

Now in wedded lilies the juices bubble. 

And saps make music about the heart; 

With flower on flower the spring is yearning 

For the Easter of love, the sacrament of love. 

The passion of the earth and the passion of the sky. 

Whispering often, ' ' I love you, I love you. ' ' 



24 THE LAND OF THE A10U\YAS 

The earth and the sky are beloved and lover, 
And the sky bends low; 
Sunset and moonrise, intimate glances, 
Soft bright hair, the soothing of twilights, 
Lip to delicate lip responsive, — 
Bending low. 

Dance of the four ending with Brother of April and 
Daughter of the Moonrise as foreground figures. 

{Chorus off stage.) 

And this is the joy of all generations, 

Branches are bare and leaves are sin^ng, 

And the hard fruits are rounding and coloring, — 

Goodly is the bliss when a child is born ! 

Lips at the breast, baby lips at the breast, — 

Mother Earth! 

The wolf cub shall sleep on his dam's shaggy coat, 

And the spotted fawn nuzzle the udder ; 

The infant fairy cradled in violets 

Suck with a mouth so dewy delicate ; 

And human children shall still their cries, — 

Lips at the breast, baby lips at the breast ! 

Mother Earth! 

Dance of the four which carries all of them off the 
stage except Coyote who takes a position at the log in 
the rear. 

The music changes. An Indian hunter with squaw and 
children crosses the stage as if retreating from the land. 

Evening Sky. 

The vision broadens, my own race passes 
As runs the shadow of an April cloud ; 
And the white men come, shaping and coloring 
The land with their lives, — 
Behold ! — Hearken ! 



THE LAND OF THE AlOVWAS 25 

Dmnont comes forward and stands beside Evening 
Sky. The wand changes into his grasp. Evening Sky 
lifts his hands in blessing and then begins his retreat to a 
position beside Coyote. Music in the pauses interpreting 
the changes. 

Enter Hunters and Trappers ; they move slowly across 
the stage. 

DUMONT. 

In the wilderness the rifles bellow 

To scurry and flurry of wing and paw ; 

The deer feed far from the native thicket. 

Enter Woodmen, Carpenters, Farmers, Drovers ; their 
families follow; a Schoolmistress luith a group of chil- 
dren. 

DuMONT. 

Axe and hammer echo in rivers ; 
Cowbells tinkle, schoolbells clang. 
By bridge and hill the wagons rattle. 

Enter Teamsters, Factory Workers, Mechanics. 

DuMONT. 

Tasseling corn waves in the wind ; 
Above tall chimneys tasseling smoke. 
Over trafiicking cities a blur of smoke. 
The vision grows ! Behold, hearken ! 

The music assumes a new range and passes from splen- 
dor to splendor. 

Enter Architects, Builders, Engineers. 

DuMONT. 

Like thunderheads climbing a sunset sky 

Their columned walls arise. 

They harness the moon and the mountain snow ; 

Butterflies play in the meadow, 

Winged men play in the clouds. 



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